Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2014 17:46:59 +0100
From: David James <tennistales@outlook.com>
Subject: Tennis Tales

"Kim, I'm back!" yelled Andy as he closed the door behind him. He didn't
get a response so he called again, "Kim?" Still nothing. He entered the
kitchen, his eyes immediately being drawn to a note stuck on the fridge. He
immediately recognised the loopy handwriting to be that of Kim's, his
girlfriend: "Had to go to my sister's, be back at 7! X" Andy glanced at his
watch, it was only 5pm. "Fuck" he muttered. He had had a long day of
training on the tennis court followed by a tough gym session, his fitness
coach was really putting him through his paces as he geared up towards the
clay court season.

Andy was tired, but he had been hoping to spend some quality time with Kim
as soon as he arrived home. He was always extremely frisky after a tough
day of training, particularly so today as it had been some time since he
and Kim had had sex- almost 3 weeks. That was a long time for Andy, he was
a very sexual man! He continued muttering swear words under his breath as
he paced around the kitchen, contemplating his decision. He had two
choices: firstly, he could wait for Kim to come home and spend some
"quality time" with her, or secondly he could sort himself out now. The
growing bulge in his jeans solved his dilemma. "Ah, fuck it" he said,
squeezing his dick gently through the fabric. He was overcome with
testosterone and he couldn't resist any longer. He tore off towards the
bedroom, dropping his kit bag as he went. He entered the bedroom, peeling
off his t-shirt as he walked, revealing the incredibly toned body
underneath. The pale skin was accentuated with the dark smattering of hair
on his chest and his happy trail, his muscles rippling as he moved. He
looked directly across the room to a full length mirror on the wall,
admiring his torso in the reflection. He pulled a few body-builder type
poses, chuckling as he did so at the sight that greeted him in the
mirror. Again he reached down and gripped the bulge in his jeans. He sat
down on the bed, pulling off his trainers, revealing his large feet, clad
in a pair of thick white Adidas socks. He flexed his toes under the
fabric. He stood up once more, unbuttoning his jeans and letting them slide
down his beautifully sculpted thighs. He carefully stepped out of the
jeans, picking them up and tossing them into the corner of the room along
with his t-shirt. He looked up at the mirror again, this time being greeted
with the sight of his almost naked body.

The only items of clothing which he hadn't removed were his socks and his
boxers, an incredibly tight pair of Calvin Klein's which were bulging
obscenely due to his raging erection. He groaned slightly at the sight that
greeted him. He started rubbing his hands all over his body, his muscled
chest, his six pack, his hairy thighs, his pert arse and finally his
bulge. He started palming his dick through the boxers, moaning lightly as
he did so. After several minutes, he felt precum leaking from the end of
his dick and, sure enough, when he looked down, he could see a moist patch
on his boxers, making them slightly see-through. As a result, the inflamed
head of his dick was clearly visible. He couldn't resist any longer, he
reached down under the waistband of his boxers, yanking them down. As he
did so, his dick sprung out , swaying as he stepped out of his boxers. His
dick was impressive, around 8 inches in length and 6 inches in girth, with
a large mushroom head, peeking out from his meaty foreskin. The dick was
nestled amongst a full bush of dark brown pubes. His balls were big and
bloated , hanging low between his legs, mainly due to the fact that he
hadn't came in more than a week. However, as impressive as his dick and
balls were, his pride and joy was his arse. He worked incredibly hard on
his arse and thighs, squatting endlessly to ensure that it remained pert
and firm. He often received compliments about his ass from other players in
the locker rooms and even strangers in the street! He twisted his head
around, admiring the two mounds of solid muscle in the mirror. He rubbed
his arse sensually, feeling the fine hairs running through his fingers. He
prised the two cheeks apart, revealing the deep, hair filled trench with
the pink hole twitching in anticipation. He bent over, placing his head
between his legs, looking at the reflection which greeted him in the
mirror. Again he moaned as he saw his fleshy ass with the pink, twitching
hole. He began rubbing the hole with a finger, breathing heavily as he did
so, enjoying the sensation. He straightened up again, walking to the corner
of the room and grabbing a chair and pulling it towards the mirror. He sat
on it, no more than a foot away from the mirror. He raised his powerful
legs in the air, placing his feet either side of the mirror. Again he
moaned at the sight that greeted him. He began to slowly wank his dick
again, gently rubbing the engorged head with each stroke, causing a sharp
breath to escape his lips each time he did so. He raised his free hand,
taking two fingers in his mouth and began sucking on them seductively,
coating them with saliva. Once they had been sufficiently coated, he
removed them from his lips, trailing them down his body, first giving his
left nipple a tweak, then continuing their descent over his body. They came
to a rest at the entrance to his hole, which was again quivering in
anticipation for what was to come. He forcefully began rubbing the rosebud
with his middle finger, letting the tip slide inside before retracting it
again. He continued this for several minutes, loving the sensation as he
wanked his cock at the same time. The flared head was spewing precum, which
he gathered with his thumb, raising it to his mouth. He sucked deeply, the
salty tang of his precum rolling over his tongue, causing him to become
temporarily dizzy. He pulled his thumb from his mouth, returning the hand
to his dick and continued to wank it. He began to push his middle finger
deeper into his hole, in doing so he began to grunt loudly. He continued to
push deeper, searching for his prostate. After twisting the finger slightly
he hit the spot, shuddering as he did so. "Fuck" he cried, his cock on the
verge of bursting. He pulled the finger out slightly before plunging it
back in, again grazing his prostate with the tip. He began muttering a
stream of swears under his breath as he began to lose control of
himself. His right hand was now a blur on his cock as he pumped it
vigorously. He removed the finger from his ass, groaning at the sudden
emptiness. He began to press both his index finger and middle finger
against the slightly loosened entrance. Slowly, he began inching them in,
breathing deeply to combat the twinges of pain that he felt. He stared at
himself in the mirror, his two fingers snaking into his sweaty, hairy hole,
while his other hand furiously jacked his cock, precum flying everywhere.
Again he hit the spot, this time with both fingers. He welped in ecstacy,
losing complete control, as his cock throbbed a few last times before
beginning to spurt as his heavy balls began to churn the sperm towards his
dick. One final rub of his prostate and he was gone. Scalding white jizz
exploded from his cock, spurting into the air like a fountain, the first
shot landing amongst the hairs of his chest. A second shot landed on his
cheek, while a third landed on his lips. He was rocking on the chair,
moaning incoherently as cum continued to ooze from his dick. As his orgasm
subsided, he began to regain some form of composure, still breathing
heavily. He stuck out his tongue, licking the salty cum from his lip,
enjoying the taste. He scooped the cum from his chest and stomach in his
hand and began to feed it to himself, hungrily swallowing his man juice. He
slowly pulled his fingers from his hole, drawing them up to his mouth,
inhaling the musty smell. He placed them in his mouth and sucked deeply,
almost choking on the overwhelming taste of his own ass. He slowly pulled
the fingers from his mouth, exhaling heavily as he finally relaxed. He
remained on the chair for a while, his legs still splayed wide with his
feet planted either side of the mirror. He watched his hole continue to
twitch and pulsate as it returned to its previous state. His cock was now
fully deflated. He gave it one final squeeze, drawing out the final drops
of cum, which he again gathered in his fingers and licked greedily. He
sighed contentedly, slowly getting up from the chair and heading towards
the shower. "Fuck me, that was hot" he smirked to himself.